Goddess of the Mist

Lie to Me

Lie to me

your words so sublime

fruit from the vine

when you say that you’re mine

 

Want to hear it again

your words fall so well

on this affection starved soul

your truth a hard sell

 

Of whispered sweet nothings

taking all I can get

You’ll stop at nothing

You win every bet

 

Lie to me

I really don’t mind

what I don’t know won’t hurt

there’s always next time